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Sunday, December 16, 2012

My debut EP

(I've Got) A Long Way to Go EP

Check it out here: Bandcamp Page

It features four songs: Everything She Knew, I'll Be, Happy (a brand new one), and Chained to the Ground (an alternate version of the instrumental I wrote in memory of Elliott Smith).

And also, cover art by Zina Nedelcheva:


And Everything She Knew artwork by my friend Hanna Fazekas




Saturday, February 25, 2012

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Ilko Birov - Simply More (Tremolo)

Sigh, see you tonight
Sigh

Ah, look through my window
Sunny snowflakes wait

You will come around and knock me off the ground
Sigh
I am feeling lost, never to be found
Sigh

The Song

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Why should we really worry?

I begin my thoughts today thusly: Kilgore Trout, the renowned American sci-fi writer, wrote a book about a year at the beginning of which all the people on Earth simultaneously conjured the idea that they were going to be sent to a higher dimension at precisely 5 o'clock on June 2, 2049. AM
 
It was believed that those who possessed clean souls would wind up in the best locations of this new *, and form a faction around the beings or unbeings present. Humans, on the other hand, with tainted, degraded, deceitful and wayward souls, would find themselves in a * laden with war, jealousy, utter hatred, nuclear weaponry and unfaithful partners; some millions of light years away, no doubt.

Knowing that a little less than half a year on the planet was all that was left for them, people started becoming uneasy in each other's presence. 
Some of the first signs of this were the so-called speculation-jokes.
These speculation-jokes were foul and unmoral, and I have decided not to give an example of what one would normally look like.
Basically, they made fun of those of whom it was thought would be sent to the lesser-quality zone. 
And were most oftenly not funny.


Many cults were formed, families too. Businesses and lawyers' firms.
As a result of which the world began to look like an overpopulated ant farm.

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What happened on the morning of June 2 (Western hemisphere) was "the biggest thing ever to occur on Earth", according to later reports made by nonhuman journalists. 
All the people waited for two hours, in which most everything was still as a bat.
And around 7:13 there was an earthquake, caused by the giant shuttle used by the extraterrestrials.
This rumbling of the ground was thought to be the beginning of everybody's travel to *
Those same nonhuman journalists later accepted the fact that the extraterrestrials had been unpunctual easily, as in space, nobody ever knew what time was.

There simply was no need.

Alas, after the extraterrestrials arrived, what ensued was a week of raping and pillaging.
One must certainly wonder what aliens would possibly want to pillage from the Earth, and the answer is "scarves and stalin-hats".

You put a scarf and a stalin-hat on the coat hanger, and cannot help but think you're stylish. No matter where you come from, apparently.

Not only were there no more of these items left, but there was also no more human life. None. Zilch.
Where the souls of those billions of people went, nobody could tell for sure.
The extraterrestrials soon left the planet, after giving all the husky-dogs superhuman intelligence.

 Some other Trout titles to definitely look into are, "The Day The Earth Heard Nothing But The Pink Floyd", "The Octopus's Journey to Saturn and the Death of Uranus" and "The Time Ballet was Used to Free The Slaves of Isador Gamma"


Author's note: * (pronounced [ghee-zik]) - the textual representation of "higher dimension"


And I end my thoughts hereof: Allez-hop!



Friday, January 13, 2012

One of the finest songs live and as a tribute to Martin Scorsese




Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There’s a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell








Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ilko Birov - A Bearable Lightness of Seeing (first take)

The Link to Soundcloud

I used to be myself
Would not be no-one else
And now I wake up, look at where
I stand

Can not get peace of mind
Ecstatic all the time
Stepped on a banana
Peel today

And you're the one to blame
For absolutely nothing
And everything all the same

And you're the one to blame
For instilling fear and trembling
Where there's nothing left but
Hopeless despair

Take back the fiery calls
All sacrifices stalled
There is no time to fool
About

Most relationships
Are flawed
Lamp-post lovers seem to
Know it all
So play it again

Put it away
And play it again


Me on Reverbnation

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cash and Dylan

One thing cooler than the Dylan and The Band sessions is surely the Dylan and Cash sessions in February of 1969.


It's election day today in Bulgaria. Here are a couple of amazing recordings to make the day somewhat more exciting. Enjoy






















And without a doubt one of the sweetest songs, and one of my most favourite Dylan tunes, dones here on the Johnny Cash show:





And um, yeah. Go and vote.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Four Letter Word (Demo) - Ilko Birov

Link to Reverbnation


Have you ever loved someone?
Been with them through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all the good old songs
by other people everywhere
Singing about love

Four letters are in this word
Mix them up and it gets blurred
Say it right and you'll be heard
Say it right and you'll be heard
'Cause everybody wants to know you care
Even if you really aren't there

I flew towards a bridge the other day
I was so joyous that I simply could not stay on the ground beneath my feet
And the cops they came to meet me
One grabbed me by the shirt
Threw me in his car
Took me to a place

Downtown (many times)

So have you ever loved someone?
Been with her through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all those good old songs
Of other people singing about love

Ilko Birov




A Place They Call The Machine - Ilko Birov

Click to get to Reverbnation


You're here, and I can see, that you're afraind
But don't be
They've got everything you need

It's like a story full of passion
You really feel alive

And you know, you know, you know, you know
you've really got no place to go
(Segregation, yet no crimes, people's tongues, race their minds)
It's just a place they call The Machine

Now, you want some television? Pop-corn or rice?
Perhaps a movie, perhaps two?
Want some television? Pop-corn or mice?

But you know, you know, you know, you know
You've really got nowhere to go
There's segregation, yet no crime, people's tongues, race their mind

That's what they call it, The Machine


humm, humm humm


Ilko Birov

Friday, January 28, 2011

Едно начало

За пореден път създавам блог, и пак си казвам, че този ще държа и в него ще качвам интересните неща, които липсват у другите. И в него ще качвам интерсните неща, които липсват в другите.

Ще споделя тук една мисъл на D.H. Lawrence.
И тя в оригинал изглежда така:

"Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning was not a Word, but a chirrup."



Аз превеждам тази мисъл така:

"Животинската сила смачква много растения. И все пак растенията наново се изправят. Пирамидите не биха издържали и секунда в сравнение с хризантемата. А преди Буда или Исус да говорят, славеят е пял, и дълго след като думите на Исус и Буда изчезнат в забвение, славеят още ще пее. Защото не е нито проповядване, нито командване, нито пък убеждаване. А само пеене. И в началото не бе Слово, а чуруликане. "

И бих искал да добавя като за финал (два реда под "чуруликане.") един израз, който би могъл да бъде край на всеки друг:

"Але-хоп!"

Така мина и този ден. Бъдете здрави и будни. И нека славеите не ви плашат.

Але-хоп!